which I would take two months to read the first three
pages of before giving it back to you, upon realising
that “cardinals” didn’t just refer to certain senior
members of the clergy.
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“Those lines don’t actually exist,” I declared, referring
to the printed white-on-black lines – emulating a
hand-drawn aesthetic – beneath the coffee counter,
after having drunk my second cup of latte in that
McDonald’s that wanted to call itself a cafe.
“A centimetre of that is just a hundred individual white
dots put very closely together,” here I was actually
recalling the little pixelated grid you saw when you
zoomed in too much in Photoshop.
You, perhaps being too invested in the 2am coffee run,
entertained my attempt at smartassery. “Technically
the lines are the ones that join the dots.”
“But the ones that join the dots are more dots.”
“A lot of them, though.”
“A lot?”
“An infinity of them.”
“It could be.”
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